America is a juggernaut of
dreams.
Amerikaos is waking up covered
in sweat.
America is the New World.
Amerikaos is Dys/Order.
Hope and vision in transition: Celebration
amidst wreckage. Doubts and hopes clasp onto the same raft that is scuttled
through a rushing current.
For this is a time of birthing:
A new image for an old idea and new ideas for an aging infrastructure. An
entire system needs to be re-formatted if it is to keep afloat. A raft.
Or a draft of a raft. A simple thought with the power to craft. Rupture,
rapture, or a beat about to blast.
What does it mean to be a symbol for a better world?
What does it mean to be many things for many people
and yet ultimately being no more than one person? What are the consequences
of your dreams? Right now?
Amerikaos. |